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Posted by: Shenmue654
« on: Yesterday at 12:11:38 AM »

Keshin looks between the two men quizzically, and then sighs. "Alright, you win. Let's...talk." Keshin sits down at the seat between the two men. "Who exactly are you two, and what's got you so burnt against one another? Judging from your demeanor, strange clothes, utter disregard for protocol, set cetera..." Keshin lists these off on his fingers. "It's political," he says flatly. "My host and I already have started up an extended guessing game as to your identities."

While this wasn't strictly true, it would throw them a little off balance and point out that Keshin was more rebel-like than he let on. The more distance he could put between whatever the agenda of these two guys was and their likelihood of dragging him into it, the better. Although it was also possible they wouldn't skip a beat, as they didn't seem like the type of Imperials who would care.

<<Yeah, and it's the barren field that is their ****s that's putting me off, Kess...>>
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Mar continues walking away from Myitt, casting a brief glance back at her as she looks at him. She immediately gets back to her work, and he scoffs to himself. It was unlike her to be so callous, even with her demeanor! Normally the woman was first out the door no matter who was in trouble, even if she'd never admit it! Didn't he remember! It might be me. I do have that effect on people, don't I? No one wants to come help me do anything.

Mar crosses the distance between Myitt and the ship where he senses Ossanlin quietly, his hands in his coat pockets. It was always chilly out here, even though there was no hint of any sort of weather on the rock anywhere. He's seen this ship before. The Mirage--- The small ship that the War-Prince used to leave the big one, although it wasn't exactly tiny. It was part of the mess that had occurred when Ossanlin had nearly gotten himself killed. Again. Staying alive wasn't exactly the Andalite's strong suit in the Bar.

Mar stops directly in front of where the entrance would normally appear, closing his eyes and focuses on the upper deck of the ship. There they all were. Ossanlin, Salem, and apparently one other--- The person who was dying, whose current name faded in and out of view as he got closer and farther away from death. <<Can you hear me?>> "Excuse me, it's Mar," he said aloud. "I'd like to come onboard and see if there's anything I can do."

It was better to try both methods, telepathy and loud speech that would be picked up by the ship's front sensors. He wasn't sure which of his abilities worked this time. It was a bit hit and miss with this place.
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Jeffrey glances quizzically behind the table. He thought he heard something strange. And just like that, Leona was...gone. Jeffrey frowns. Maybe his lady friend had run off somewhere else, or maybe the Bartender had moved her. She did seem a little shaken up. Jeffrey shrugs and walks over to the bar itself, sitting down. It was just a matter of waiting until the conquering heroes came back, right?

He looks vaguely over at the guy who was the apparent cause of the mess and said, "So what's your ****ing deal man? Why kill the spiky old alien? I mean sure there's 'for the hell of it' as an answer, but seriously it looked like you had beef with him!"
Posted by: Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)
« on: May 25, 2017, 04:51:50 PM »

Ossanlin hesitates a moment before nodding curtly and giving Salem the same permissions to the med-bay he'd given Al.  <You will stay out of the Mirage's primary computer system.>  The statement is not a question.  The lockout should be enough to stop anyone from accessing the central computer system, but Salem is full of tricks and gadgets that are capable of surprising things.  And information is certainly the human's focus in life.

Strange to think that the man had once been a friend and confidant to his People.  The human and android had looked so out of place on the Homeworld...
Posted by: Myitt
« on: May 24, 2017, 10:04:45 PM »

Myitt scowls down at the living metal, scraping a knife along one piece, over and over.

She glances up at Mar only when he starts to walk away.

Something about losing Daniel, and seeing him here, made her feel angry and torn and wistful.

Back to the living metal. Much better than having to think about anything as troublesome as emotions.

"Guppy?" she tries, without even so much as an upward glimpse. "You still here?"



"You presume all the time, Yeden," sighs Jorek with feigned weariness, flicking lint off the sleeve of his uniform. "Yes, Keshin, by all means - join us." He smiles at the bounty hunter. "Surely you're curious?"
Posted by: Aluminator (Kit)
« on: May 23, 2017, 09:04:02 PM »

Salem nods. "It makes sense, yeah. It's a very impressive technology. Just wanted to know the... uh... patient's... priority..."

"Callous much?" mutters Al, then he looks at Ossanlin. "I can't actually thought-speak," He admits with a shrug and a half smile. "Can the system take verbal commands? Or better yet, can I actually interface electronically with it? Andalite tech isn't too bad for me."

"Could you use the ship's thought-speak?" asks Salem.

"Still broken," says Al.

Salem's brow furrows as he thinks. "What if you reversed the interface between the ship and my implant? Could you use the ship to thought-speak through me?"

Al sighs exasperatedly. "You organics think alien technologies just interface however you want them to, don't you? Science is freaking magic. Just reverse the polarity on a couple of things and the ship will do whatever the heck you dream up" he says sarcastically, waving his hands in the air. He turns to Ossanlin. "I think I could do it, though. You want to give Doctor Sketchy over there," he jerks a thumb at Salem, "medbay clearance, or should I try to go at this thing over the wi-fi?"
Posted by: Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)
« on: May 22, 2017, 01:43:30 AM »

Ossanlin gestures to Al.  <By all means...the interface is thought-based, so if you're capable of some form of thought-speech...>  He pauses a moment before continuing.  <I've given you access to the med-bay controls.>  He arches his eyebrow again, impressed with Al's abilities.  He assumes the lockout on the rest of the ship will keep Al out of any systems that have nothing to do with the med-bay...

He trains a stalk-eye on Salem.  <Surely you understand the value of morphing.  It's one of our greatest advantages in a decades-long conflict which concerns the fate of the entire galaxy.  I cannot simply dispense it out of turn.>  He looks down at Nepek.  <He's a seer, and a Hork-Bajir.  So he's precious, and likely doesn't deserve this fate.  The blood of the majority of his species stains Andalite hands, and the blood of those who remain alive stains the palps of the Empire.>  He pauses, closing his eyes, his tone remaining cool and collected.  <But what is one life against thousands, hundreds of thousands...perhaps millions or even billions?>
Posted by: Aluminator (Kit)
« on: May 21, 2017, 10:26:38 PM »

"I can tell," Salem confirms distractedly, but doesn't go into any more detail. He finally finds what he's looking for, and places the tip of the needle-less syringe into a little divot in the center of the Hork-Bajir's chest. He mouths a count of three in Gallard, and then depresses the plunger. There's a few-second-long hiss as the contents of the syringe- a rather potent painkiller- are released into the Hork-Bajir's bloodstream. "Give him... what, sixty seconds or so before starting any adrenaline," Salem says, straightening up. He pauses. "Unless there's no choice. Could be rough on his heart if that hasn't diffused first." He turns and looks at Ossanlin. "So even if the morphing technology were close at hand, it wouldn't be an option for this one?"

"Could we use those force field tubes," Al points at the blood flowing from the morphed Andalite, "to get blood flowing into his lower bits properly?"

Salem raises his eyebrows, the frowns down at the Hork-Bajir. "I... actually don't know if that could work." He thinks for a few seconds, then turns back to Ossanlin. "I've no idea where the blood vessels..."

"Actually," interrupts Al, stepping up beside Salem, "I do." His eyes focus in the middle distance as if he's reading. "Main artery here," he says, pointing between two seemingly-random points in the mess that apparently mark the severed ends of a major blood vessel. "Uh... main veins here..." he points to two other spots... "and I think the other one's actually intact." He looks at Ossanlin, questioningly. "If you could set up the force fields to serve as... just... ducts in those locations, it might help." He indicates Forlin. "You could scan him for any other necessary routing. He's the perfect road map, but I don't know how sophisticated your fields are. I can also project some if needed."
Posted by: Terenia
« on: May 20, 2017, 02:17:48 AM »

"Fascinating," Yeden says, sitting back in his chair as he regards Keshin. "You're assuming I have problems that require a turelek," he points out. "Which, I'm going to presume, means my colleague here has already offered you a job." He glances at Jorek, making a tsk sound, then leans forward to pull one of the many plates of food towards him. It's blue and gooey and certainly not from Earth.

"Keshin, why don't you sit with us," Yeden says, nodding to one of the chairs. "There's plenty of food, and it's been a long time since I had a conversation of any substance with someone of your profession."
Posted by: Shenmue654
« on: May 17, 2017, 07:59:52 PM »

"That is pretty much all that happens here," Keshin calls out with a grin back at Dalik as she prepares to leave. "Oh, and magic. And sex. And  sometimes love, apparently. But all of that sounds trite, now doesn't it?" Keshin shrugs in Jorek's direction. "As for a babysitter, well we haven't yet determined whether or not you need one."

<<Careful, Keshin. You yourself just said we don't know who these ****ing guys are.>>

<<If they object too directly, they'd either have to get into an argument, a fight, or show their hand too obviously with what technology and resources they have in that fight. It makes perfect sense to me.>>

"And yes, I'm a turelek who has achieved something of a reputation for eliminating people's unwanted problems," says Keshin. "Whether I'll eliminate either of your problems comes down to what's in it for a freelancer, and whether you'd be willing to postpone it until you've both left."
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"I wasn't at all involved in what happened," Mar says softly, his eyes briefly flitting over her agile hands and then meeting her gaze. "Whatever it was--- I no longer know--- I could not have been. In fact, true to my promise love, I have been staying as far out of your business as I can. But whatever has happened...You seem desperately troubled, and I can't ignore that fully. Your own death wouldn't bother you this much. That I know."

Mar turned away and in the direction of Ossanlin's ship. "The War-Prince is working on something and I wish to see him again, and perhaps to aid the party. If you want to keep pretending nothing is wrong, I won't stop you, Precious." He then began to walk away from Myitt for a short distance, heading towards the smell of imminent death.
Posted by: Myitt
« on: May 16, 2017, 02:07:34 AM »

"Keshin, this is my associate." Jorek gives the other man a prudent glance. "His name is Yeden. Yeden, meet Keshin. A bounty hunter of some talent, from what I understand."

He eyes Dalik as the teenaged girl - Controller retreats. "Fine, my dear, I'm sorry to have upset you!" Jorek grins, waving at her back. "Goodness." He turns back to Yeden and Keshin. "As if she were my babysitter. Imagine that?" He chuckles.



Myitt works silently for a moment or two, ignoring Mar - or at least, trying to.

"I don't need your commentary," she murmurs, accentuating the statement with a slice of metal. "I don't need your glib attitude. And I don't...just...will you..." She closes her eyes, forces herself to take a steadying breath, and says, "Mar. I don't know how you found me here, but I really, really need you to go away. You remind me of too many terrible, blood-curdling things that have happened to me. Not least of which is, you know, death."

Rather than getting fired up, she just sits there, shoulders slumped, methodically reshaping the strips of metal. Like clay or living tissue, it knits and forms and melts together before solidifying again.

Posted by: Terenia
« on: May 16, 2017, 12:20:09 AM »

Dalik freezes when Keshin speaks to her. "Is that all that happens in this place?" she demands. "People being stabbed and shot and otherwise mortally wounded?" She scoffs. "I have better things to do than risk my life."

She glances at Yeden and Jorek, then back at Keshin. "Oh, by the Kandrona," she hisses, turning on her heel and stalking out of the bar. "If you want to get yourself killed," she calls over her shoulder to Jorek, "be my guest."



Yeden's eyebrows raise curiously. "Angry little thing you've picked up," he comments, watching Dalik depart before turning his attention back to Jorek. "I'm not off-duty, as it were. In fact, I am very, very much on-duty at the moment, and I have all the credits I need."

Glancing at Keshin, he smiles. "Let me guess," he says. "You're the latest to be offered anything and everything you desire. All you have to do in return is a favor for my friend here. Is that right?"
Posted by: Shenmue654
« on: May 15, 2017, 01:26:14 PM »

Keshin turns around. "Introduce me? If that is all you want to do, I suppose we're fine with it."

Keshin walks back to the two men and shakes his head. "Alright, what do you want?"

<If he introduces us as Hawaiian shirt guy's assassin, we're ****ed, you know that right? We can't afford another game of life and death in this place. We've already had like three!>

<Let's sincerely hope he isn't that stupid.>
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Mar grins. "Now normally what I'd do is split into two and take you up on that one,  but--- ah!" Mar makes a mocking "Oh no!" gesture and briefly stands on one leg. "The limits of mortality! It's nice to see you again too, lovely, although you aren't the only reason I dropped in."

Mar glances in the general direction of the other group and attempts to probe the situation as best he can. Nepek seems no closer to not dying than when that group began, and there isn't a great deal Mar himself could do about it. Not without doing a good deal of damage to this body, and even then his abilities didn't really have utility when it came to healing. He sighs and watches Myitt do her delicate work. The Yeerk's focus and skill never ceased to impress him.

"You're trying to forget about something by distracting yourself," says Mar. "What is it?"
Posted by: Myitt
« on: May 15, 2017, 12:19:21 AM »

Jorek cheerfully ignores Dalik, his attention on the man in the Hawaiian shirt.

"Oh you do?" he asks with a bright, placid smile. "With what credit? How will you ah, barter, for the mess you've made here? Because I can assure you the Empire can't very well afford to give you an advance."

He looks Yeden up and down with visible distaste, smile fading. "Certainly not when you're off-duty," he remarks, straightening his own black uniform.

Then he spies Keshin, heading for the door. "Wait, don't go," Jorek calls to the turelek. "I'd very much like to introduce you to my friend here."



Myitt keeps her white-knuckled grip on the torch. For a few heartbeats she seems ready to follow him, though why, she can't be sure.

"I'm busy," she says finally, through gritted teeth. "If you're going to stay and make small talk then at least help me construct these ****ing goggles. But I'd really prefer if you went and ****ed yourself."

She lowers the torch and sits heavily on the ground, next to the discarded welding shield, and starts to pull pieces of wobbly, fluid-like black metal towards her.
Posted by: Shenmue654
« on: May 14, 2017, 11:45:36 PM »

"The main Andalite who frequents this Bar rarely means any harm to Yeerks," says Keshin, taking control and glancing over at Yeden and then at Jorek with a cautious expression. He wasn't sure if Jorek was going to take this opportunity to murder Yeden, or if they were just going to stand there and talk about whatever such powerful men did talk about. "And I think that I'm going to go after them."

Keshin then heads for the door to the Bar and passes by the irritated Dalik. He rolls his eyes. "Your brother probably isn't coming because he either sent you here to get rid of you, or the Bar wants you here and not him. Would you like to come out and assist the rescue team with me? It could be interesting while you're waiting."
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Mar laughs. "Entirely by accident, lovely! From what I remember, the Bartender did the deed in the first place! And yes, like it or not, you're still my precious." He smirks. "Put the weapon down, alright? There are better things we could be doing. Someone's been shot."
Posted by: Terenia
« on: May 14, 2017, 07:30:02 PM »

"Friendly?" Dalik sputters in disbelief, staring at Jorek as if he's lost his mind. "What--" She cuts her protest off, shaking her head. "Unbelievable," she hisses through her teeth. "You are...utterly unbelievable. That's it. I'm leaving. This place is absolutely absurd and it's clear by now that my brother isn't coming and--" She stops herself again as Jorek turns away to speak with the strangely dressed man.

"And you're not even listening to me," she finishes. "Wonderful."



Yeden pulls his attention from Sorin, regarding Jorek with a carefully neutral expression. "I'm perfectly capable of paying my own tab," he responds, though he does raise a hand to wave the bartender over.
Posted by: Myitt
« on: May 14, 2017, 07:10:19 PM »

"They're actually quite friendly," Jorek retorts to Dalik with a small, self-indulgent smile. He looks around the relatively deserted bar counter space. "In any case, they've decided to leave me to perform some sort of medical miracle."



Myitt keeps the welding torch aloft, aiming it at Mar, unlit. "I'm not your ****ing 'Precious'," she snarls. "Are you forgetting the part where you killed me?"



Jorek, in the brand new semi-calm, picks out Yeden's name as clear as a bell.

"You know," he tells Yeden, leaning a little on the bar, "you should tell that creature to quit producing one of every practicable product this place can provide. Do you think I'm going to pay for it?"